Nothing here is as it looks. Beautiful, unexpected, warm: Sevilla seduces. She gives to the will a sweet dumbness, a slow fall into a permissive mood, nothing is important but here and now; tomorrow shall never come, logic is one more illusion, forbiddance is a way to refine pleasures. Let yourself be; we live waiting to be seduced.
The streets of the city have been shaped to get lost, to hide, to yield to the temptation of leaving the established direction. They snake one into the other, hiding and unveiling a constant offer of new ways to please the senses through the beauty of the landscape. It is easy to forget, easy to lose direction, easy to linger on the illusion of a nevere-nding present; nothing is important but here and now, tomorrow shall never come.
People are led by the feeling of a moment, they have an inconstant ever-changing mood. Ambiguity is the lord of a restless social game that makes personal relationships a softer ground, to be stepped on carefully. Truth has no value here; gestures and words are instruments to make art out of daily life. We are allowed to do everything in the shadow, smile and hide and be the smartest, freedom has no value if you haven’t known chains. The highest moment of emotion is the imagination, when desire is perfect, pure, not yet fulfilled, free to grow to the edge of madness only to suddenly step back, just before being fully pleased, but the game has to start again. Desire ends only with satisfaction. Friendship and love are forms of desire. Approaching people here is like grabbing at a wave.
Deep, complex, contrasting, simply different, full of memories and thirsty for the future, Sevilla is an exotic labyrinth on the southern edge of Europe, a place to imagine pleasures finer than reality, to be surprised, to leave certainty and to test yourself.
proof reading by Aditi Shukla @ www.lyf&spice.com